Twisted Slough Amazonian

To his surprise, the red woman seemed receptive to his clumsy charms. He gaped - shocked, but delighted - as she came near to him, a teasing lilt now in her voice. Dag hardly heard the words, but her meaning seemed clear enough. Still, if it would please her - and if pleasing her would allow him closer to her fine, fiery frame - Dag wanted to hear what it was she'd come to say.

"Molech," he repeated, unsure of the word, but again, knowing its meaning. A god, no doubt, and one that'd made this fine creature before him. He'd worship any god if it bore such beautiful fruit, but he would much rather worship her. "I do not know of this," he admitted, an honest fellow at heart. Though he desired her, in every way that was possible for so young a lad, he knew also that there was nothing to be gained through dishonesty.